Chapter 36 Senior Conformist
Niklaus
Report Filed: Staff Misconduct – Dismissed/No Action Required
This room has been scrubbed clean recently.
The stone is still wet. The fumes from the chemicals still potent and hanging in the air.
But they didn’t quite get everything, did they?
The right corner of the room has a puddle stain of urine.
And there are marks on the wall by my head.
Human fingernails that scraped and clawed and bled to get out.
I stare at it until Suseas stops fucking talking and leaves.
An hour, I think, passes by me before the door opens again.
My new conformist stands in the doorway for a long moment before finally getting bored of her own grand entrance and stomping in.
I don’t care to look at her. I’m choosing to spend all my time planning an escape for me and Sapphire.
I can’t imagine what they’re going to put her through for not following these fucked up rules of beauty.
Her name is Meridei.
I silently mourn that slight bit of hope Aunt Skylenna would be my conformist when she first started. She was said to have compassion and kindness for her patients. That is decidedly not the case for the other asylum workers.
And to my horror, if I remember correctly, Meridei was by far the worst one.
The sadistic woman folds herself into a neat, seated position with crossed legs on the edge of my shitty bed. “Are you scared of me, Patient Three? Is that why you won’t talk to me?”
She twiddles the white sheet resting over my legs with the tip of her index finger.
I blink slowly, then find her black eyes dissecting me.
They’re two saucers that burn holes into my skull.
And they’re empty. Blank. Isolated. Like screaming into a cave and never getting a response.
I can picture most patients shuddering and avoiding her pointed attention.
And maybe she enjoys that effect she has on people.
But I simply stare back in utter boredom.
“Do I look scared of you?” I ask.
Meridei straightens, and she lights up in surprise. “You do not.”
“There you go.”
“Suseas tells me you’re married,” she muses, eyeing my arms and the many scarred tattoos that cover them.
Oh, yeah. She said something about that. It was smart of Sapphire to throw that detail in there. Without it, she would be labeled a paid whore for wandering around the woods with a man, unmarried and completely alone. Who knows what they would have put her through if that were the case.
“I am,” I say.
“And she’s an asylum patient?” There’s a degrading insult laced within her tone.
“We both are.”
Meridei uses her pinky to smooth out her lip gloss.
“Yes, certainly. But…never mind, I shouldn’t say that.” She blushes into her hand. I pay even closer attention to her very deliberate mannerisms. I can’t imagine this woman gained such a notorious reputation for being this sheepish and shy.
“But you’ll say it anyway,” I say.
“I mean, I must, right? What kind of woman would I be for not speaking up on such a topic that has probably cost you years of suffering!”
I raise an eyebrow.
“Your wife has not been upholding her wifely duties to you, has she? Look. At. Her. Those plump hips and backside are far from meeting any seamstress’s measurement requirements!
How could you want to penetrate her with your penis?
How could you want a woman like that to bear your children or…
” Meridei glances away submissively. “For recreational purposes, swallow your seed.”
For fuck’s sake, I clench my jaw to keep from laughing.
I’m no fan of Sapphire’s, but my god, that woman has the sexiest body I’ve ever fucking seen.
Her hips? Her ass? I immediately get hard when she bends over.
She is not overweight. She is not underweight.
Her body is every man’s dream. Why does everyone give her so much shit here? !
I can’t hold back the first remark that pops into my head.
“It’s hard to notice the size of her backside when her big tits are bouncing in my face.”
Meridei’s sweet expression slips into a brief mask of shock.
Sapphire would have a wicked death glare for me right now. We’ve never had sex. But I would be lying if I hadn’t thought about it.
“And I bet that’s your delusional disorder talking. Not the real you, hmm?” Her voice maintains that syrupy sweet tone. And she begins massaging my foot over the sheet.
I glance down at her pale hand, stroking and kneading my heel, ankle, then calf.
“A woman who follows her dietary regimen and nightly beauty routines has a softer touch. Like this. Does this feel good?” Meridei rubs her palm against the inside of my knee. “A woman such as myself would massage your penis every day. Isn’t that something you want?”
I’m momentarily hypnotized. My body reacts to this unexpected approach of her coming onto me. My heart races. And my bloodstream shoots down to my groin.
“You are so handsome. And you poor thing, you’ve probably built up so much married to that awful woman. You must need to ejaculate so badly…” Meridei’s voice slips into a dangerous sensual place. Like a siren calling to me.
And that small hand slips over my hardening cock under the white sheets. She uses the palm of her hand to massage my shaft, up and down, up and down.
“Does that feel good?” Meridei lowers her lids and stares up at me through thin eyelashes. They aren’t long, full, and wispy like Sapphire’s.
That’s all it takes.
There’s an unfamiliar feeling that rises like steam in my chest. A deep, unprovoked yearning over the thought of Sapphire, the girl I’ve known my entire life, suffering a barbaric treatment right now.
My erection vanishes.
And a burning pit forms in my belly. A well of fury at this woman thinking she can manipulate me while my wife is being tortured.
No, not really my wife. But Meridei doesn’t know that.
She thinks I’m like any man who enters these doors.
She thinks I’d betray my wife for her. Is that part of her fucked up psychosis?
Simply knowing she can harm someone or make them do whatever she wants by any means necessary?
Christ, I almost fell for it.
Meridei notices my dick go limp under her touch. There’s a brief flicker of panic as she tries to summon it back. I grin at the failed effort.
“I am so sorry, Meridei. You’re just not nearly as stunning as my wife.
” I sit up as much as my shackles will allow.
“And not to mention, you must have contracted so many sexually transmitted diseases by doing this to your patients. I’d rather not catch whatever you have brewing down there.
But please, I’d like to report a highly inappropriate misconduct for what you just attempted. Add it to my chart.”
Meridei stares at me long enough for that submissive mask to fall off. Long enough to show me the demon who made a lasting impression on my father and Aunt Skylenna.
I lean closer, refusing to break eye contact with this new version of her.
“I’d like to see my wife now.”